Kelly Moran Quotes

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.